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Hello, people.

this meadow is a very holy place for me, like the temples and shrines of the gods. i hope you find daisies, sunflowers and lots of honey sunshine on your way here, don't forget to try the little butter cookies waiting for you hidden in a jar somewhere in the lemongrass field.

if truth were chocolate, it would be dark and bittersweet. just as rich with fruitier notes and genuine as how people would like it. the best kind out there.

coffee. the ordinary man's liquor, and drink. everybody likes it their own way. sweet, light, concentrated, with cream. 

brown butter cookies fresh and warm out of the oven. planted with sesame, poppy, almonds, and sun dried raisin. brushed with egg yolk, and sea salt. enjoyed well with a strong cup of Italian espresso. 

hands sticky from oranges, slippery seeds that won't let me get a grip. this month's summer weather is perfect for planting citrus saplings, but only if this coat cuts through. 

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